The year is 1900 BC. The place, Sodom and Gomorrah.Molech wants to rebuild the Tower of Babel. If his nefarious bill passes, the nephilim would be able to storm Heaven, and retake the spiritual power that was lost when Satan fell.Karheri is a disillusioned prophet, returning from a pilgrimage that didn't go according to plan. In her quest to overcome her trauma, she'll need to use her prophetic gifts as an oracle, and find a new patron to support her and her aging mentor.Lot is a merchant, and honors God in all he does. His wife grew up in the capital, however, and longs for a life of excitement and influence. As they both chase the desires of their hearts, they find themselves walking down opposing paths.Unbeknownst to all, Heaven is watching, and their destinies are intertwined. In the background, quietly, smoke is rising from a volcano preparing to erupt.For The Sake Of Ten Men is a gripping retelling of the Biblical account that addresses the accepted moral depravity of society, the different ways that God speaks to people at all levels of relationship, and the evil that prevails when good men do nothing.

In a world where demi-gods are enslaved and kingdoms thrive on bloodshed, Mablevi lives the life of a banished princess, cast out for her forbidden birth. By day, she dances in the brothels of Aranbiya, dazzling those who dare to watch. By night, she soars into the skies with her loyal bodyguard, freeing demi-gods from their chains. But the darkness is filled with danger-and desire. As Mablevi navigates a web of deadly secrets, reckless foes, and beautiful, dangerous men who seek to claim her heart and soul, she must decide if she will rise above her fate-or be consumed by it.

"Pull me up ya twat!" He said, rapidly tugging on the tug excessively, much, much more than five times."I SAID PULL ME UP TWAT!" He shouted, despite knowing not a single soul could hear his constant shouting near 200 meters down. I knew I shouldn't have trusted that rusty old geezer to actually have is head screwed on right.He said, now sitting down, trying to calm down while still constantly tugging on the rope.Just then, he felt a slight shake in the dive bell that quickly turned into a violent shaking, knocking him around all which way, giving him a deep gash in his hand as his hand quickly was pulled off the rope, causing very bloody rope burn."What the fuck is going on up there?" He said in a somewhat quiet but shaky and concerned tone. Once the shaking came to a short halt, he felt the dive bell slowly ascend as his dive bell continued to shake violently, tossing him around every which way. "Holy shit!" He said before his head bashed into the side of the dive bell, knocking him unconscious.Once his eyes opened, the dive bell had stopped shaking, but it felt unstable. Every time he made even the smallest movement, he heard an eerie creak coming from outside. He calmly stood up before he felt his oxygen slowly seep from his throat. His lungs felt empty, his throat closed, and his legs and arms immediately gave up before he fell to the floor once again. Shortly after, he felt air entering his body again, and felt his muscles and blood properly running through his body before his muscles and lungs gained control again. He stood up one more time before he opened the hatch to the dive bell, still hearing the eerie creaking, and as he stepped outside to an unfamiliar, almost rustic and decrepit metal platform, he looked up once more and saw an absolutely horrifying sight.The sight of his once bright, (of course, a bit of an exaggeration,) oil rig, now rusty and falling apart that looked like as if hell itself had come from the shadows and aged the thing five-hundred or so years, probably even more.

"What... The fuck..."

Introduction:

In the dense heart of an untouched forest, a discovery shakes the very foundation of human history. Buried beneath ancient roots lies a boy — not just preserved, but flawless — as if time had simply stopped for him. When archaeologists uncover his resting place, their awe quickly turns to disbelief: tests reveal the boy is over a billion years old. Who was he? How did he get there? And why does his presence feel like a message sent through time?

Story Summary:

The Boy of the Forest follows the journey of Dr. Hadiya Rehman, a brilliant but skeptical archaeologist from Pakistan, who uncovers a mysterious child in a forest once believed to be cursed. The child’s body, adorned with unknown symbols and perfectly preserved, becomes the center of global attention. As researchers attempt to decode the origins, they unlock secrets that defy science, time, and belief — forcing the world to confront truths it was never prepared to face.

Central Idea:

This story explores the tension between science and myth, challenging the boundaries of time, belief, and human history. Through the eyes of its characters, it asks: What if history isn’t what we think it is? And what if the forest has been keeping a secret far older than we imagined?

In the grand halls of the Virellia estate, a ducal household where status is everything and secrets run deep, Mallory begins her quiet life as a laundry maid. But her days of folding linens and scrubbing gowns take a sharp turn when tragedy strikes: Prince Azrail, the enigmatic firstborn of the ducal family, is found dead under suspicious circumstances.

While many whisper of treachery, Mallory isn't convinced. Driven by curiosity and a sharp mind unnoticed by those above her, she begins to unravel the truth behind the first prince's death-only to discover that this isn't the first strange coincidence surrounding him.

Fiercely determined and guided by a hunger for justice, Mallory dares to look where others avert their gaze-no matter what she finds.

Please do not comment with "I can draw your characters" I appreciate it, but I am an artist and can draw my own character art. Thank you.

(Currently on an irregular publishing schedule because of ongoing illness. I will be updating on my blog and stream.)

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A troubled veteran attempts to forget the past by volunteering at Patriots Point Naval and Maritime Museum, but it proves difficult when he's close to the plane that changed his life forever--the Corsair.

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Retired Navy pilot William Beckington never planned to move on after The Incident and has lived with the guilt for seventy years. After failed attempts with PTSD counselors, his daughter recommends that he begin volunteering on the aircraft carrier CV-10 in Charleston, South Carolina. Reluctantly, Bill agrees, but his decision proves difficult when he stumbles back into the world of Corsairs, the plane he'd rather forget.

Seeing that The Incident still haunts him, Bill's new friends attempt to help him remember his long-lost joy; he attends Bulldog Tours, learns the stories of other veterans, and strangely finds himself near the Corsair more than he would like.

While nothing will free his mind from the traumatizing Incident, Bill must find a way to push past his grief and guilt to live the life he is meant to live--and rekindle his best friend's legacy before he succumbs.

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*There is a queer side character in this story, but it remains relatively quiet and is not the story's primary focus.**Moral Lesson: "Loss hurts, but it's not the end of the world."**Word Count: 50,000-52,000*

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This story is an unusual concept. Each chapter is a short story that takes place in each of the 50 states. The states are selected in the order they joined the Union

The idea for "The Doctrine" came to me while reading about the early days of public anatomical theaters in Europe. I was fascinated by the intersection of science and religion during the 17th century, when medical knowledge was advancing but still heavily restricted by Church doctrine.

What struck me most was how women were completely excluded from this scientific revolution. I wondered: What if a determined young woman found a way to participate? The character of Clara emerged from this question—a butcher's daughter with practical knowledge of anatomy who yearns for something more than her predetermined future.

Setting the story in Leiden in 1612 felt perfect. During its Golden Age, the Dutch Republic was experiencing both religious tensions and scientific advancement. The city's famous university was attracting scholars from across Europe, creating an environment where new ideas could flourish—albeit cautiously.

At its heart, this is a story about a young woman who disguises herself as a man to attend Europe's first public dissection, only to discover her mentor is hiding revolutionary medical knowledge that challenges the Church's teaching. As Clara navigates the dangerous world of scientific discovery, gender barriers, and religious scrutiny, she must make difficult choices about truth, loyalty, and her own future.

Intro;

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In the distant past, there was a primeval kingdom, a cradle of myths and wonders, called Yīnféng.

In Xi'An, there was an empress, the last empress of Xi'an. She is Xuan. A moon goddess. Even though everyone knows that she is a half demon, people still believe that she is a good being. She married to a man. They lived peacefully but the day came. The white moon turned red when Xuan's father arrived.

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In peaceful and quiet place, Sizhou. There is an ordinary girl named Chi Yu. She is a daughter of a famous porcelain seller. But her mother was not just an ordinary personn. She also wondered what her mother was really hiding from her. Her mother always leaves whenever the moon turns red, this only happens after the Chinese new year where they believe that a great danger hides behind the red moon.

Ever consider going back in time? Is it on purpose and to a specific time? Well, not this time in The Supernatural Case of an Accidental Time Traveler. This story is the first in a series of time-travel escapades with various supernatural and mythological undertones scattered throughout the world. It follows Lou Barrett, a British man who finds himself lost in 1888 UK, adventuring with supernatural peacekeepers, and attempting to learn why he was sent back in time. If you enjoy supernatural thrillers, historical fiction, mythology, and/or real-world legends then this may be the book for you. Note that this story does contain some language and gore.

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We came from the dust, Free the blame of the trust, Watch your actions, Don't vouch for their passions, Are you going to make it, Are you glowing or faking it, Do you be knowing or taking it, No masonic initiation, It's ironic the imitation, No invitation.

Protect your energy by repentance, I don't connect with the enemy in any attendance, Don't play with the power of sin, Pray for the power to win, Time ticking. Crime kicking, Stay in the holy testament, You gon pay if you solely rest in the detriment.

Learn to speak clean, They want to burn the meek unseen, I know the plots and scheme, The earth will rot in the devil's dream, New players in the game, More prayers in my veins, More labors in the grains, More favors in the pain, Blessings for my confessions.

Heart living, Smart giving, Where's the reciprocation of love, Where's the resuscitation of the dove, All they do is take, All they do is fake, But the hate is real, Don't be late to the meal, All things will be exposed, The birds sing cause Jesus rose.

See those acting like the upper echelon, See those who attract thunder I'm on that ancient song, See those who attack under I know those sanctions wrong, See those who subtract the wonder saying heaven's wrong, See those in contract by plunder I don't belong.

Trace the fall, This ain't baseball, This is a grace call, No space wall, Trying to put fear in me, Dying to put the gear on me, Immortal status, Portal axis, Lion in my blood, Iron in the mud, Why they hating so hard, Why they skating so far.

It won't last no longer, When I fast I feel stronger, Cast your burdens so you can conquer, It's in the past why hunger, See the teeth of the python, See the defeat of the icon, See the heat when the light on, See the street when the night on.

They want to cast dreams, They want to cash schemes, The world is wicked, The Word said we can't kick it, No scoffers or mockers, Lava overflowing through the lockers, They praying to baphomet, We ain't playing with the sacrament, The ancient are back again.

I don't participate, You walking backwards how you call this fate, They actors cause this is something great, Rose up like a dove, They chose not to love, Grew up with the belt, Only a few been through what I felt, Whatever you say the lies gon melt.

They think you don't know, They shrink cause of your glow, See them nervous, Freedom worship. See them watching my steps, See them caution their debts, Repentance, Who's in attendance, Seeing folks from the past, I ain't yoked with the cast.

The rain will heal cause the pain is real, The cup of suffering ain't no joke, They know what's up so they wondering if I'm woke, Tapping into my best version, I ain't capping my flesh is purging, The enemy is in scheme, My energy is clean.

Twenty four seven, There's plenty more in heaven, It's ritual season, It's a residual reason, Keep the glow clean, Peep the flow scene, Capture the schemes, Rapture the dreams, Long time coming. Strong time running, Feel wrong stunting, Be real they hunting.

Generations of lies, Celebration of lies, That's the vibration, Time for hibernation, Harmless as doves, Psalms test our love, Keep that fake smile, Peep how they try to break your style, Live in peace, Give in peace. Sweep the fee, Steep the tea.

Let God fight your battles, Let God light your shadows, I won't play like I don't know, I pray life will make me glow, Songs of deliverance, They are strong in ignorance, I see through the fake, I'm free cause I knew it was a mistake.

I change the culture, They exchange for the ultra, Meaning I bring the love to any situation, They scheming when they bring the dove to the situation, Prayer for the hearts, Labor of the stars, I'm not a kin to the wish of grief, Don't sin to kiss the leaf.

When I was lost my vision was blurried, When I was lost my mission was buried, Now I see the game, How can I be the blame, Been putting in the work, Been putting in the dirt, Reaping the fruits of love, I'm deepened in the roots of the dove.

Calculate that drama, Immaculate with that karma, The love is waxing cold, The dove's passion is soul, Stop living for the flesh, Start giving more to be fresh, They repay your kindness with blindness, Got to deal with the minus, Salvation is your finance.

No worldly sorrow. Gold and pearls I won't borrow, Don't worry about tomorrow, Clean your mind, Behind the scene is the sign, Peep the game. It's deep in the flame, Stop playing with your life, Start praying to make wisdom your wife.

Rock on my shoulders, They shocked cause I'm bolder, The lock getting older, I break any combination, They make any abomination, Hated by my foes, Made it past my woes, They act like they are anointed, Playback the tape they weren't appointed.

Put my heart on the line. Starting to see they ain't blind, Foes and fake kin, The souls is waking, I'm hear for a reason, I have no fear in any season, They saying thanks stealing from banks, Spiritually moving up in the ranks, Credit is due, I said it true.

The stars align when your heart is kind, Plant a seed, Grant a deed, I ain't trying to fit in, I'm crying to get in, Been ostracized, Seen the offers rise, Fake love, They can't break the dove, Eternal life. Return to the light.

Dreaded wherever I'm headed, Meaning they fear the love, They scheming every year with the dove, Peep the attitude, It's deep in gratitude, Grace in my heart, Facing the dark, Receiving more light, They deceiving more in night, Repentance is the sentence.

We're not fighting against flesh and blood, We're lighting the test of love, Race don't matter, Grace is the chatter, They question what's within, They messing with the dark sin, Meaning they willingly do wrong, They scheming evenly to do strong.

Validation not needed, Calibration not breeded, I walk the path silently, I talk the math silently, The numbers add up, The jumpers add up, Clutch from the free throw line, Much from the free glow of the mind, Post game interview, Can't host the evil they do.

Pray over your food, Cause if they could they would, Vodou in Hollywood, Why you acting hard or rude, Don't let anyone change your mood. Always do good, What's being brewed, The matrix is nude, The Word is being sued, Judgement is being viewed.

This ain't what they expecting, This is what they respecting, This is what they suspecting, Really who I say I am, They don't feel me cause I don't play with their scam, Heal by the blood of the Lamb, I'm talking to everybody, I'm walking against Illuminati.

The stars are back. Now you see the heart attack. Christ like souls, You might have to pay the price for the woes, Keep it pure, It's deep when you're cured, Still growing, Still glowing, This not a game, What's the blame, What's the same, Joy over shame.

My heart yearns for the Lord, My heart burns for the poor, We know the schemes, We glow in dreams, I don't comply. They planning the world's evil, The scanning to see who has no ego, The illuminautic agenda is illegal, Hypnotic sender is aimed at the people.

It's a special feeling, It's a extra healing, They acting like they have power, They backing down when they see they can't devour, I'm attracting butterflies and flowers, Meaning opportunities and blessings, I've been dreaming how to tune into my essence.

Fellow partaker in the body of Christ, It's mellow when the undertaker wants to take your body for the sacrifice, Can't stress enough the importance of repentance, I'm blessed with love in accordance with the remembrance, Endure cause the world isn't cured.

What's on my dinner plate, What is the sinner's fate, Where is the winner's gate, Love waxing cold call it the winter's hate, Doves faxing gold call it the inner weight, Built for the pressure, Their filth ain't my treasure, Work hard according to my measure.

I came a long way, The flame is a strong prey, I used to be naive, Forgive Adam and Eve, Learn to fast, Cause the world returning to the past, Life ain't perfect, The night is earthic, The light is my worship, Of course it's God, The evil within I starve.

I seen the game fall down, It be the same call now, The world coming to a crash, The pearls and jasper over the cash, Our energy don't match, It's a heavenly flash, Love is the formula, The doves is just warming up, This is what it does when you coming up.

I was given to Moloch. They had my soul locked. God seen my heart. It's hard when you been thru the dark. God knew I could handle the pain. Defeated the odds with sandals in the rain. I made it out even when I had doubt. Accepted Christ. Expected price.

Changing barriers, Exchanging carriers, Wisdom is principle, The system is invisible, See through the schemes, See who's behind the scenes, You still have hope, You still can cope, Heal within, Be real within, Love is a cry wonder, The doves fly in thunder.

Acting hard but ain't acting from the heart, Being rude but don't know how to do good, That's society's dilemma, They lied to me to not remember, Not a masonic member, Not a chronic temper, The devil on the loose, The eternal level ain't on the news.

You won't catch me perishing for a lack of knowledge, They can't match me so they cherishing when I was lost in college, They were schooling me to failure, They were fooling me to the trailer, It was all blasphemy, Now they see the glow they tryna mask me.

We're not here to fulfill our own plan, No fear in any year of the sown land, My body a living sacrifice, Illuminati giving lack of advice, I don't need them, See my enemy and feed them, Need more discernment, The suffering don't concern them.

Twenty four hours. Gently more powers, We got to stop sinning intentionally, We got to start leveling up dimensionally, The commandments are for your protection, The abandonment is their rejection, The demanding is dejection, The landing is correction.

I'm getting meeker, They getting weaker, They forgetting the seeker, No love in their heart, No dove in the dark, Don't play with evil, Time to slay the ego, We pray against the illegal, Justice will be served, They blitz the earth, Rise in God's eyes.

Elevated to a warrior, Made it without a lawyer, But Christ is the advocate, The price is accurate, The fasting will heal, The casket is real. First fruits, Can't curse the truth, Distinguish the hate, Extinguish the hate, Benching gold of the engine of soul.

The game is evaporated. The flame is elaborated, Still feel like I ain't up to par, Still feel like I ain't reached my star, So much damage. How much can we salvage, Far from anguish, The heart needs a bandage, Heal and build, The real is sealed.

Don't worry about tomorrow, Don't hurry for sorrow, The joy of the Lord is my strength, They know the heart is to thank, Can't brag about the next day, Can't drag doubt the next day, Plans to prosper, The lands keep you in posture.

Take heed to the warning, Take what you need for the morning, Flesh profits nothing, This is a test ain't no stunting. Folks can't rest cause they fronting, Now I'm blessed they hunting. Price on my head, Christ is the one who bled, Break the yoke, No joke.

I wasn't given a chance but I was always in God's plans, They seen my light, Pray where I been in the night, They shook cause I fear no look, There's angels and devils in every nation, At this level got to walk in elevation, Heaven is the celebration.

Finally regaining my conscience, They blindly reframing conscience, Limiting your mind, I ain't submitting to your mind, Hearts of ego doing evil, Repentance is not vengeance, Fragrance of love to every soul, They pray every chance to kiss the devil's soul.

I know what the aim be, I know what the game be, I seen the best and worst of the nations, I been blessed when they cursed the generations, This is what society wants, This is how society haunts, Only God do I fear, Battle the odds in every new year.

Made from a different cloth, They prayed for a gifted moth, The kingdom getting closer, God said bring them closer, All nations, languages and tribes, Have patience against anguish and vibes, Flesh and blood is to no avail, The test of love is heaven or hell.

They counting millions, I'm still resilient, I'm in the building, Save all the children, My prime got them shocked, It's a crime how they stalk, Take my time to walk, Feel like David and Obadiah, Been saved by the opened fire, I ain't sold it, I'm reloaded.

60 minutes to a hour, They getting finished by His power, The Messiah got the world on fire, I'm a survivor in a world of liars, I got the Word if they want to try us, My soul free they can't buy us, They call me holy yet they bias, Only praise to the Flyest.

All glory to the Highest, My story is the flyest, I been hit hard, I know it get hard, I got to have my cake, I got an advocate, Call him Jesus. God wouldn't leave us, I don't ask for my next meal, I just ask God test my zeal, Thru it all got to keep it real.

No cloud no ceilings, I'm allowed to have my feelings, Raw emotions. My devotions, By the oceans, Had to talk to the court next, Had to walk through that vortex, Woke up from the slumber. I don't joke in the summer, New season, True reason.

I see through the simulation, I'm free just like the gift of the ancient, They blaspheming, They past dreaming, In a different mode, I shifted to a different road, I'm crying in peace, They dying to talk to the beast, They lying as they unlock the streets.

They trying to treat you basic cause they can't face it, Your heart blossoming got others seeing the awesome things, Every year is the sunflower, No fear of the gun power, I know they scheming, The glow is real I ain't dreaming, Cant stand how I transcend.

I ain't going out without the light If satan ain't going out without a fight, They ain't discover the night, Pray like a saint that I'm right, There's no hype in being real, Feel the vibe when you heal, Mind clarity, Blind charity. Won't flex, Got next.

The world is false, The world has no pulse, Transcend the mundane, They can't stand the sun's pain, This ain't about race, I don't doubt grace, What's the concept, They caught in the offset, Trying to figure this thing out, Flying in peace with my wings out.

They laughed at my potential, Now they feel the wrath of my credential, My light puzzle them, The night muzzle them, Now I'm the enemy cause I see through the devil, The energy on the cross was true level, The atonement of sins  The cornerstone always wins.

The proof is glorious, The truth is victorious, My heart was torn, A star was born, You been warned, The world still in mourn, Seer of the divine, Hearer of the mind, Got to clear the blind, See my tears when I'm kind, The years that I grind, Now I shine.

Surrounded by piranhas, I'm grounded by the honors, Rewarded for my faith, Recorded I'm saved, I know got to endure until the end, I glow for sure in the wind, Grace is what I mean, Facing what I seen, Look within, They look with sin.

The love is real, The dove reveal, This ain't made up you know I heal, Fill my cup with zeal, Do the inner work to see the winner's worth, Walked with lions, Talked with giants, They loaded the hydrants, They coded the tyrants, The gold of silence.

I'm like a woolly mammoth, They act unruly on the sabbath, They knew me in the aftermath, What's new is after that, Listen the first time to glisten in the worst time, Progression is not oppression, The past is lying greed, Last breath until I'm freed.

In the light I feel right, In the night I heal right, Walked through nightmares, I talked cause I know they might care, The devil don't fight fair, See them tremble when the feel my love, Free ammo for those tryna steal the dove. True virtue.

We had to go through traumatic events so we could be free of the automatic sequence, We all felt rain, We all dealt with the pain, I'm working hard so they lurking hard, They in my business cause God is my witness, Clean hands, I'm not in no cult or clan.

Charles Alexander Worce III, once respected as the High-Exarch of Worcestershire and before that as Grand-General, finds himself grappling with the bitterness of being forgotten. With his years slipping away and having nothing to show for a lifetime devoted to service because of the new Earl, Worce begins to tell the tale of the Coalition War.